It's territories,
Which marks our turn to corners,
We in death trapped cage,
Birds singing like we capture ourselves,
Watch se and seeing the captor,
Yet you walk wings folded to the cage self.
It's territories,
Which marks our turn to corners,
We in death trapped cage,
Birds singing like we capture ourselves,
Watch se and seeing the captor,
Yet you walk wings folded to the cage self.
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